Domestic

Today turned out to be cool, cloudy, damp, and eventually raining so I've spent the majority perusing the aisles of Target, excuse me Targay, where of course I was destined to run into a fair handful of this small city's gay community. I really hate running into most people at places there is definitely a forced feeling about making small talk and swapping pleasantries, and at a grocery store its so exposing. Acquaintances get a good look in your basket to see if you stock the pantry with wheat grass and protein shakes or Twinkies and ding dongs. While most everyone I ran into carried a small hand basket with their hair gel and soy milk I had a full cart of real food! I know what a thought right! They marveled at how domestic I was. I like to cook and if I don't say so myself I'm pretty damn good at it. I bought fixins to make a wonderful three cheese tortellini with bacon and pesto, porcine mushroom won ton purses, a thin crust pizza dough, with artichokes, sun-dried tomatoes, mushrooms and parmesan cheese, and ingredients for a home-made minestrone soup, along with a dozen or so other delicious but healthy things. Of course when I got home I was a little exhausted from the running around all day and the roommate wasn't hungry, so I had leftovers. Cest la Vie!